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Buck would rather stab himself in the neck with a fork, thrice, than let Maddie and Eddie say a single word to each other.
His concern is that they will become friends. Allies. Allies United Against Buck. Comrades Who Know Too Much About Buck. A terrifying, powerful joint force that simply cannot ever exist.
He will make sure of it.
Or, so that Maddie and Eddie do not ever mingle, Buck meddles.
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01 Apr 2026
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“You look…tense.”
“Oh,” Eddie says, dumbly. He looks down at the clenched hands in his lap and tries his best to relax them. He doesn’t dare look up at Chimney again, just—keeps looking down, wriggling his fingers around like he’s testing out if he can still move them. “I—no. Everything’s okay.”
“Okay,” Chimney draws out. Eddie doesn’t need to be looking at him to know he’s sharing a look with Hen. “Your leg bouncing might trigger an earthquake, though.”
...or, Buck overcorrects. Eddie spirals.
Bookmarked by Katey311
01 Apr 2026
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Omg. Established relationships are basically never it for me but this one? So, so good. My goodness.
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"Leave it," Eddie says, his voice pulled taut like a wire about to snap, tight enough to hum.
Buck looks at him, and Eddie’s whole body has gone so rigid he looks carved from stone, but Buck will ruminate on that later. But he can't exactly leave his phone under the seat for the next eight hundred miles, it's got his whole life on it, every stupid photo he's ever taken of Christopher and Eddie and Eddie and Christopher and, embarrassingly, just Eddie, so many just-Eddies, an entire hidden album of candids he'll never admit to because they constitute evidence of something he's been pretending he doesn't feel.
"I can't leave it, it's my phone. It's got— hold on, I think it slid under your seat."
“Buck, don’t.”
It’s as if Eddie doesn’t even know him, because Buck has never once heard the word don’t and responded with anything resembling obedience. So now he’s stretching across the center console with one hand braced on Eddie’s thigh for leverage, the other reaching blindly into the dark gap beneath the driver’s seat, and he’s aware on some level that his positioning is— that he’s essentially— that his head is—
He’s in Eddie’s lap.
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What's a little road-head between friends?- Language:
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Bookmarked by Katey311
03 Mar 2026
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Yes Yes yes to Eddie's monologue. And Hank the coyote is perfection
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"Kiss me."
Buck's hands freeze, the stroking stops. “...I’m sorry?”
“Kiss me.” Eddie doesn't know where this is coming from, except he does, actually—it's coming from the part of his brain that has been chewing on this problem for two days straight and has finally arrived at a solution. A terrible solution. A solution that makes perfect sense if you don't think about it too hard. "I need to know."
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The scientific unravelling of Eddie Diaz.a 9x7 coda
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02 Mar 2026
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Omg. unhinged Eddie is so Buck coded here. Love this one
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"It's not what it looks like," Buck blurts.
Bobby's eyebrows reach for his hairline. "So you weren't violating the one-firefighter-per-shower regulation?"
"We," Buck sputters. "I mean, okay, yeah. We were, but we—"
"We were figuring out breakfast," Eddie cuts in.
"Well, next time, figure it out in different stalls."
(Or: Five Times They Shared a Shower at the Station and One Time They Shared One at Home)